So Wayne has determined that some cataclysmic weather event is about to take place, and we have to go to Mesa, Arizona in order to survive it. We gather together a small band of people to make the trip, but we can't actually travel until the cataclysm nears. Wayne forgets to pack my black turtleneck and jeans, so we go to Old Navy and charge up a bunch of clothes. And why not? By the time the bill comes due, the earth will have been all but destroyed.
Soon, we discover that the people we have assembled are losers, as all they want to do all day is smoke pot and play badminton. So Wayne and George and I strike out for Arizona on our own in our minivan.
[I really want a minivan.]
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